A refreshing random rhyme selection.
Yarns with pings and pangs
and depressions that hang.
Overjoyed blocks that spring
from his pen.
Like his hand sang.
Golden expression unfolds
emotive words glowing.
Rhyme and freeverse extending
Like his nose growing.
Who knows where the stream of his rhyme
next will flow?
Though this be no lie
for he´s the hardened wooden king of prose.
Jumping through moods as
jiminey cricket stows...
Away with Morrison´s peace frog fredo.
Critic´s unease is the tenacious
Azevedo!
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